[ Oh. Like hitting the tail on a Prince Rupert's Drop, something breaks. ]
Yeah.
[ Vash doesn't say anything else. He turns, picks up the bag of feed and walks into the barn. Robotically, he cuts the bag open and lays a long line of feed into the central bin. He doesn't say anything; there are no more crocodile tears. ]
[Knives follows after him in silence, only to linger at the barn entrance like an unwelcome spirit. He seems like he's just observing at first, but soon Vash will hear the scrape of claws notching a deep groove into one of the doors. It will, he decides, serve as a reminder.]
We're going back. Until then, keep playing pretend all you like, Vash. It won't change the outcome.
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Yeah.
[ Vash doesn't say anything else. He turns, picks up the bag of feed and walks into the barn. Robotically, he cuts the bag open and lays a long line of feed into the central bin. He doesn't say anything; there are no more crocodile tears. ]
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We're going back. Until then, keep playing pretend all you like, Vash. It won't change the outcome.